JOYAS MUSICALES

Jerry Jeff Walker, *The Ballad of The Hulk.

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The cycle of life is here to see

In all its fine simplicity

But the way we live it seems to be

Something very weird to me and I cry out

Pettiness like lady's chatter

It seems to complicate the matter

I grit my teeth, my senses chatter

There's nothing much makes me madder and I leap out

For big or little, great or small

It really doesn't matter at all

The way we shuffle our feet, and hem and haw

'Cause everyone's afraid they'll fall or else be left out

What's right for me are strange to you

Shouldn’t make a damn on what you do

'Cause whether or not you make it through

I thought you already knew that I'll keep you going on

And the World War III

And the world series

Will make the same size

Headlines in the news

From all I've seen of politics

It’s just a greasy big money stick

Geared to run on tongues so slick

To make you think this is all there is you got, I'm afraid

How they con the little middle man

Into thinking he has got a hand

To play in the future of the promised land

He owes himself to the destiny of man, get ridiculous

Cheap gangster can hire someone

To do his work with a tommy gun

While the president points at anyone

And says, "I, your country wants the killing done, go do it now, boy"

But the war itself is bad enough

It can break you down no matter how tough

But the tragedy of hoopla stuff

It makes you think you can't do enough for the Chinese symbols

And the other countries

They feel the same as we

And regret I have

But one country to give for my life

Preacher stands in his holy shroud

Saying, "God forgives if you do it now"

You come back when the chips are down

You’ll find that they've all gone underground to pray for you

And the homosexual twist to preach

He feels that he can preach to me

The right way to go and raise a family

And I'm forced to look at him

He mean to say, “You're guessing”

As the population is getting higher

The poverty poor, the pregnant tired

Are waiting on the Pope to be inspired

For some new contraceptive attire saying, "It's cool now"

It's a ghost behind a one way mirror

Listening tip-toed at the door to hear

Someone outside won't speak the year

Then, they'll slip a note out how they feel about pierced ear-lobes

But the rules made now

For the changing counts

Are a little late

We'll be out of date by tomorrow

Her mother played on virginity

She said, "It was the holy place to be"

The things boys had were evilry

When it came time for matrimony she froze and died there

Her sister at fourteen, very well known

She thought all kicks came lying there prone

But the fundamental fact not spoken at home

Left her feeling like a chewed on bone and why, she wondered

And one chick who dug moving about

Very liberal minded and of' spoke out

How she was cool and understood

No doubt with the blankets up

The lights turned out, you're condescending

And a couple together for five or six years

A marriage license, they'd never been near

But social pressure and loss of job fear

Got them married and divorced in half a year, they couldn't cut it

It's all talked about

And then it's lived around

But what is right for me

Could be perversity in any state law book

I'm told the minstrel at one time

Was allowed to sing and make his rhymes

To comment on the news of the times

Saying, "What's in people's minds?", and he made tips for it

But today try singing on some street curb

Singing the news in everyday words

The people pass by and laughing is heard

Or else they'll hit you where it hurts or they'll keep their ears closed

One man said, "Boy, I dig your stuff

I want you to come play at my club

I'll put your name in lights up above

But just remember, I got a club to run, so don't you be too strong”

It's not the writers who sell us out

It’s the damn censors who turn about

All your life learned adjectives and vowels

And say my mouth is much too foul to clearly speak to you

But try to hit a nail

And if the hammer fails

Then the words you use to describe that bruise

That's basic language

I hitch hike and sang the songs

That everybody knew and sang along

To amuse myself I wrote some songs

Speaking about what's right and wrong, and I'm a little different

So a record company, you know well

Wanted to know if my song would sell

I said, "Yes, I like it very well

If you don't, sir, you can go to help somebody else change”

I kept hope on and bumming around

Singing to my friends who dig that sound

A few guys said, "Won't you come to my town"

I ask fair bread, they put me down their Caddie's mortgaged

I made one deal like it's you and me

This guy said he'd be lots of use to me

But when I found he's putting the screws to me

I made it back out on the street singing new folk songs

And if there's time enough

And the hill ain't too rough

What I wrote today

I might someday play and make some tips for it

Don't, next, the next issue of the hulk...